This is my last night as a single lady. I'm not really sure how I should feel now. Excited? Nervous? Relieved that the hubbub of wedding planning is actually over? I guess I feel all of these things, and none of them, not to mention overwhelmingly tired.
The truth is, I think we never know just how to feel on the eve of a big change. Thinking back, I barely remember the “last nights” to some of my momentous occasions. Last night before university – no memory. Last night before moving oversees – coffee with a friend. There is the sense that I ought to do something commemorative, but I am just thinking of the things that I won't do again: I won't live with a female friend and stay up way too late meandering through conversation topics. I won't take off for a weekend away on a moment's notice. I won't daydream about the man I will marry.
But for every “I won't” is an “I will” that I don't know yet, and it's exciting to think that in the morning, we get to start learning what they are.